aircraft · Art · art deco · Aviation · Transport

Art Deco Air Travel

Almost a bygone era, but still very relevant today.

In sleek silver skies, they take to flight,
The heroes of travel, soaring with might.
In Art Deco’s embrace, they paint the air,
A symphony of elegance, beyond compare.

Their wings, like gilded sculptures, gleam,
As they dance amidst the clouds’ soft seam.
Propellers spin, propelling dreams on high,
With grace and power, they pierce the sky.

Passengers, adorned in glamour’s attire,
Board the metal birds, their spirits aspire.
Leather seats, polished wood, and mirrored walls,
A setting enchanting, as opulence calls.

The stewardess, a vision of grace and poise,
Serves cocktails and smiles, amidst the noise.
Her uniform, a testament to style and class,
A modern muse, in a world moving fast.

Art Deco lines adorn each cabin’s space,
Geometric patterns, a visual embrace.
Chrome fixtures shine, reflecting dreams and hope,
As time transcends, in this celestial scope.

From Paris to New York, across the globe they roam,
Uniting cultures, creating a new home.
Air travel in the Art Deco era, a marvel to behold,
Where elegance and adventure forever unfold.

AI · aircraft · Aviation · Communication · Transport

Robo Control in the Skies

An interesting concept. Would you trust a robotic pilot or air traffic controller?!

In skies of steel, a robot takes flight,
A marvel of metal, an AI’s might.
With wings unfurled, it soars above,
A pilot of circuits, guided by love.

Its heart, a processor, pulsing with code,
It communicates seamlessly, on its own it rode.
Through the ethereal waves, it connects to the sky,
Speaking with data, no human reply.

Air Traffic Control, the voice in the air,
Listens intently, for the robot’s share.
Commands in algorithms, instructions precise,
The robot obeys, its flight a seamless slice.

A symphony of logic, the robot’s mind,
Navigating the heavens, no fear to find.
Through turbulence and storms, it safely glides,
Mastering the skies, with artificial tides.

No human touch, yet a partnership formed,
Between circuits and towers, a bond transformed.
For in this age of AI, we find,
Technology’s triumph, the future defined.

So let us marvel at this robotic embrace,
A new era of flight, with elegance and grace.
With every journey, a story to be told,
Of a robot and its wings, a tale bold.

aircraft · airport · Transport · travel

Homeward Bound

Ok, so it’s not the Simon and Garfunkle version, but it’s not bad!


I’m sitting in an airport terminal,
Waiting for my flight to take me home.
But oh, I hope this ain’t a journey ill-fated,
Praying to the travel gods, don’t be belated.

Homeward bound, I’m longing for my plane,
Just wanna fly, without delay and pain.
Airport blues, won’t you set me free?
Let me soar through the sky, oh, can’t you see?

The intercom crackles, announcing delays,
Passengers groan, their patience decays.
I’m looking at the clock, time ticking away,
Hoping my flight won’t be delayed.

Oh, the departure board, it’s a sea of red,
Canceled and delayed flights, messing with my head.
I see weary travelers, faces filled with despair,
All hoping to escape this airport nightmare.

The gate agent smiles, a glimmer of hope,
Announcing boarding, I grab my tote.
Finally, it’s time to leave the ground,
Praying no more delays will be found.

As the plane takes off, I let out a sigh,
Leaving behind the airport, oh, so high.
Though delays tried to keep me bound,
I’m finally homeward, touching down.

aircraft · Transport · travel

Flight Frustration

No explanation needed!

Oh great, another flight delay,
At Gatwick Airport, we’re forced to stay.
Our plane’s got a mechanical fault,
So we’re stranded here, without a thought.

No idea when we’ll get on board,
Or how long we’ll be stuck here, bored.
The airport’s crowded, people everywhere,
All of us stuck, with no way to get there.

Some are angry, some are sad,
Others just staring, feeling mad.
This delay is such a pain,
And there’s no one here to take the blame.

We could play some cards or watch TV,
But that won’t change much for you or for me.
We just want to get on our way,
But it seems like we’re here to stay.

So let’s just wait and see,
When they’ll finally set us free.
Until then, we’ll just sit and stew,
Wondering when we’ll finally get to say “adieu”.